Disguise
Words spoken and meant to deceive,
A cloak you design to hide yourself.
Truth glitters through as the sun
Between the knotted threads of your cloth.
Laughter and boasts create a colorful texture
Poorly disguising all your flaws.
The pattern, drawn and cut,
Must now be pieced together.
The thread you use to make your seams,
Chosen with such haste,
Stands out in stark contrast
Drawing the eyes, from which you try to hide.
Each piece is added when you see a need
To hide a part of you from scrutiny.
Haphazard stitches always needing repair,
The garment you’ve fashioned,
From carelessly woven cloth,
Is a sight to behold.
Remove your shabby costume!
Wear instead the finest clothes
Fashioned from yards of truth
So you’ll have no need to mend and patch
To get attention where ever you go.